Elsa
I knew we’d been hard on Isaac, and a small part of me felt a pang of guilt. But we didn’t have a choice. Isaac was the only one who could make the bullets we needed, and Anna had already managed to sink her claws into him, threatening his life and his brother’s. This game we were playing wasn’t just about survival—it was about ensuring the future. I was exhausted from the constant vigilance, the endless tension of trying to stay one step ahead.
If only we’d dealt with Anna before this pregnancy, before life got so complicated. Now, every day felt like a race against time, a prayer that we’d end Anna’s reign of terror before it was too late.
“Where are we heading next?” I asked Adam, trying to shake off the weight of the moment. Lucas was driving, his eyes focused on the dark road
